Tipping Sheep (the right way) on Sale, one week only!

13 Sunday Apr 2014

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As promised – Tipping Sheep (the right way) – (for Kindle) now on sale for one week only at a fabulous price of 99p

Why not join in with National Poetry Month and treat yourself to a copy? Please follow the links below to purchase a copy.

Click on the links below to take you to the Amazon page.

Happy reading 🙂

Being Vivien

13 Sunday Apr 2014

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She was a terrier of a woman,

sharp and quick;

just a bit shabby around the edges.

Always practical,

not fashionable,

but more than capable.

She wanted to be Vivien Leigh,

and in her head,

she was…

the mirror says different,

but her eyes are kind.

Make do and mend,

scuffed shoes,

and split ends,

overlooked,

a drab wall-

flower

but her eyes,

are kind…

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Hollywood Gallery ~ Vivien Leigh, 1913-1967 (Photo credit: erjkprunczýk)

Kate

10 Thursday Apr 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Muse, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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She wears her poetry in her hair,

and her bare stocking feet.

Blue nicotine stained nails

show her terminal habit;

cold cobalt bitten lips

where pen has split,

bleeds into her skin,

just as her words,

bleed through,

her muse.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo courtesy of Photopin

Ipod Shuffle

09 Wednesday Apr 2014

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NaPoWriMo – Day 9

Today’s challenge is to put your ipod on shuffle and pick the next five titles to include in a poem. Well I did cheat slightly as I have quite a bit of classical music on my ipod and they would be near impossible to include in a poem! Here is my attempt – not brilliant, but the best I could come up with!!

Natural Order

07 Monday Apr 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Grief, Loss, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, anger, death, depression, grief, heartbreak, loss, love, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

I have just heard about the sudden death of Peaches Geldof and it has saddened and shocked me. I am not posting a poem that I had mapped out for today. Instead I am reposting this poem which was written after the sudden loss of a young family member. Utter sympathy goes out to her family, children, and loved ones.

Dedicated to all those gone, too soon and too young –

Always in our hearts…

How can it be?

When it is not natural.

Not this way,

from the blind side.

How can it be?

Order?

When it is out of order,

out of the ordinary,

extra ordinary.

You oxymoron,

natural order.

How can it be?

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Findlay’s spirit (Photo credit: beccaplusmolly)

Spring Garden

06 Sunday Apr 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in NaPoWriMo, Nature, Poetry

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whirligig washing line

purple pegs on parade

budding Bob blowing in the breeze

spring garden limes and greens

tilted table bows to the birds

solitary snail discarded

sparrows chirrup

regardless

Spring Garden 06.04.2014

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

(Budding Bob is our apple tree in the corner – so named by my son because you bob for apples!)

Prapancha Soup – A Recipe for Disaster

03 Thursday Apr 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Buddhism, Humour, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Buddhism, poetry, Prapacha Soup, Prapancha, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

Take a cup of envy,

and mix it with some greed,

season it with hatred,

then add some, woe is me!

Plus one spoon of ego,

marinade in pity,

righteous indignation,

will make the mixture pretty.

Make a quick snap judgement,

blend it with assumption,

now, Prapancha Soup,

is ready for consumption!

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Beetroot soup with vegetables and hard-boiled eggs, Sanok (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dreams

02 Wednesday Apr 2014

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Of what do I dream,

when I close my eyes?

I dream of the sea

and the star filled skies.

From constellations above

I would fashion a crown;

a cloak from the sea

matches my moonbeam gown.

I roam in the heavens

with Arianrod and Aether.

I swim in the oceans

with Nereides beneath.

With heartbroken Sirens,

sing laments to the seas.

With Aquilo the wind

I sing songs in the breeze.

When I close my eyes,

to this earth I’m not bound.

Neither time nor dimension

can tie this soul down.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Nereides, 1902 by Gaston Bussière (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Silhouettes and Soliloquies

23 Sunday Mar 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, grief, heartbreak, longing, loss, memories, pain, poetry, sorrow, soul, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

I’m hiding in the shadows,

it’s where I long to be,

drifting into dreamscapes,

singing sad soliloquies.

I have my other life, you see?

I’ve lived it since a child;

It’s not quite real – that I know,

but I’ve lived it for a while.

The daytime is the hardest,

a cruel life chased by death;

but night time is so easy,

sleep brings immortal breath.

What’s real, what’s not?

Well who’s to say?

Each one its own delusion,

by night the moon –

by day the sun –

each life is an illusion.

Shadows play upon my mind,

ghosts welcome setting sun;

silhouettes of dreams gone by

half-lives, loves-lived, undone.

So let me go, and leave me be,

to live each night anew.

I’ll sing my sweet soliloquies,

while dreams bring me to you.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Eerie Cold (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Black Rose

16 Sunday Mar 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry

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The last of the summer rays

blush gently on my cheek.

Tears fall like dew from the morning rose.

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

I wear my heart upon my sleeve,

I also wear my rose.

Both are there for you to see.

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

The last rose of summer cries.

The heart beats deathly slow.

The sun has set beneath the skies.

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

black rose 1 (Photo credit: Melinda Taber)

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Tag Archives: UK poet

Tipping Sheep (the right way) on Sale, one week only!

Being Vivien

Kate

Ipod Shuffle

Natural Order

Spring Garden

Prapancha Soup – A Recipe for Disaster

Dreams

Silhouettes and Soliloquies

Black Rose

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